wanderlust

He's the ghost in her dreams,
as memories turn to dust…
with that cheshire cat grin, emanating from ear to ear.
and that's all she sees when the crystal ball replays
the fraying memories of each other. distant stars blink out,
one by one, as she kisses goodbye the sunshine on a rainy day.
The hole in her heart is eternal, dreary evidence of a love turned sour.
No stitches can repair this damage.
& she wishes she could drift off to wonderland…